NarratorNext day, far from homeThe brothers planned the repulsive crimeBrothersLet us grab him nowDo him in, while we've got the timeNarratorThis they did and made the most of itTore his coat and flung him in a pitBrothersLet us leave him hereAll alone and he's bound to dieNarratorThen some IshmaelitesA hairy crew came riding byIn a flash the brothers changed their planBrothersWe need cash. Let's sell him if we canNarrator, Female Ensemble & ChildrenPoor, poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do?Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do?Poor, poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do?Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do?BrothersCould you use a slaveYou hairy bunch of IshmaelitesYoung, strong, well-behavedGoing cheap, and he reads and writesNarratorIn a trice the dirty deal was doneSilver coins for Jacob's favorite sonThen the IshmaelitesGalloped off with the slave in towOff to Egypt whereJoseph was not keen to goIt wouldn't be a picnic he could tellJosephAnd I don't speak Egyptian very wellNarratorJoseph's brothers toreHis precious multi-colored coatHaving ripped it upThey next attacked a passing goatSoon the wretched creature was no moreThey dipped his coat in blood and guts and goreNarrator, Ensemble & ChildrenOh now brothers, how low can you stoop?You make a sordid group, hey, how low can you stoop?Poor, poor Joseph, sold to be a slaveSituation's grave, hey, sold to be a slaveSold to be a slave